One person: Second-hand summer grass helps me practice

The next day.

Morning light breaks.

Qin Shiyue opened her eyes and looked at the familiar environment around her, feeling a little reluctant.

After all, I have lived here for twenty years and the habit has become natural.

However, when he thought of the excitement after going down the mountain, Qin Shiyue's reluctance was immediately dispelled.

The technological development in this world is no different from that in his original world. It is extremely easy to come back and take a look.

If you miss home, just come back and take a look.

Qin Shiyue picked up the yellow cloth bag that Bao Wen had packed for him and couldn't help but smile when he saw the things inside.

He didn't bring much with him from all those years in the temple. He himself had no interest in chanting sutras, so he didn't have any sutras at all.

Now, in his bag, besides two pieces of underwear, there were all kinds of food.

You don’t have to think about it, just by looking at the appearance of these foods, you can tell that they were made by Master Baowen and Master Jiekong.

Having lived together for twenty years, Qin Shiyue was very familiar with the craftsmanship of these two people.

Looking at those familiar things, Qin Shiyue's mouth corners couldn't help but rise slightly.

He is so old already, but his senior brothers and master still treat him like a child.

But I have to say, this feeling is really good.

After a quick wash and putting away all the documents, Qin Shiyue pushed the door open and walked out. She found that the Lingyin Temple today was different from the past.

The entire temple was extremely quiet, as if it had been deserted overnight.

However, with his keen perception, Qin Shiyue instantly locked onto the locations of many monks.

But Baowen was not among the many monks.

Thinking of my senior brother’s honest and straightforward character, he probably couldn’t stand the feeling of separation, so he hid himself on purpose.

"Master! And everyone else, the mountains remain unchanged, and the rivers flow forever! We shall say goodbye now!"

Qin Shiyue shouted loudly, took out the incense that he had prepared long ago, and bowed three times to the incense burner at the entrance of the hall.

He heavily inserted the incense into the incense burner, turned around and strode out of Lingyin Temple.

The moment Qin Shiyue stepped into the mountain gate, bursts of cheers came into his ears from the temple.

I have to say that sometimes, having sensitive hearing is not a good thing.

Qin Shiyue smiled helplessly, but thinking about what he had done, these guys didn't set off firecrackers to celebrate and held a three-day banquet, which was already considered giving face.

"Gone! Gone! Really gone!"

"Oh my God, he's finally gone, may Buddha bless you!"

"Ah!! We must celebrate today!"

"Long live! Buddha bless you! Buddha bless you!"

......

Inside the main hall, many monks heard the news from the young monk at the door, and their faces turned red with excitement.

Even a few younger monks couldn't help but burst into tears.

That sad look really makes anyone who hears it sad and anyone who sees it cry!

Family members, who knows? Four years! Four years! How did they spend these four years?

It is difficult enough to live a simple life without any desires, and one has to accept the tests from the outside world from time to time.

The point is, they have no way to resist.

Everyone knows that Qin Shiyue is a bastard who will never let go of any grudge. Some people have resisted, but let’s not even mention the consequences.

It is no exaggeration to say that Qin Shiyue has almost become the inner demon of all the monks in Lingyin Temple.

"Cough cough!"

Suddenly an old man coughed.

The cough was not loud, but the monks present felt as if they were under a spell of immobilization for a moment.

They all froze in place.

I almost forgot that the crazy master Jiekong who protects his disciples is still in the main hall. I hope they will not be hated and given trouble.

The three Yuanzhen brothers are still staying on the Cliff of Repentance, and they don't want to go to the Cliff together.

"Host, you..."

"It's okay, I'll go out for a while, you guys continue."

An elderly monk was about to say something when Master Jiekong waved his hand to interrupt him and slowly pushed the door open and left.

Seeing that Jie Kong had no intention of caring, all the monks relaxed again, and the entire hall was filled with unprecedented noise.

After Master Jiekong left the main hall, he went straight to the small door.

It has been a long time since I discussed Buddhism with Master Nian Ci.

That evil disciple finally left. With Qin Shiyue around, Master Jiekong didn't dare to go out.

Otherwise, who knows how many romantic versions of his stories would have circulated in the temple.

Looking at the path overgrown with grass, Master Jiekong felt that his decision was wise. It would be better to let his own disciple, who was a nuisance, go out to harm others instead of making himself suffer.

The smile on Master Jiekong's face stretched out a little, and he looked a dozen years younger. He didn't look like a man over a hundred years old at all.

He looked to be no more than ninety years old.

......

Qin Shiyue went down the mountain very quickly. He was very familiar with this road.

The path he took was different from that of other monks. He went down the mountain from the Lingyin Temple, which had become a scenic spot.

We took another path.

This road allows you to enter the city directly, which not only saves you a lot of distance but also saves you a lot of trouble.

However, just when Qin Shiyue climbed over the hill and was about to go down.

Suddenly I noticed something strange.

Qin Shiyue stopped, narrowed his eyes slightly, looked into the depths of the bushes and sneered, "Everyone! Now that you are here, don't hide, come out!"

As Qin Shiyue finished speaking, more than twenty figures rushed out from the bushes.

Leading the group were three monks who were nearly sixty years old, and behind them were eighteen sturdy monks in their thirties, holding long sticks in their hands.

When Qin Shiyue saw these monks, he immediately understood what they were here for.

"Tsk tsk tsk~ The Arhat Hall's chief monk, the Bodhidharma Hall's chief monk, the Prajna Hall's chief monk, and the Eighteen Stick Monks, all came together. They are really ruthless."

Qin Shiyue folded his arms across his chest and looked at the monks, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

"Baozheng! You are unworthy of your position. You don't deserve to own that patchwork cloak. Hand it over and you can leave."

The head of the Dharma Hall stepped forward, looked at the patchwork clothes on Qin Shiyue, and spoke righteously.

If there wasn't greed in this guy's eyes, Qin Shiyue would almost believe what he said.

"I say, are you guys interesting? You didn't dare to cause trouble when I was at Lingyin Temple, but now that I've come down the mountain, you're looking for trouble? You're picking on the weak and picking on the weak? You're really impatient."

Qin Shiyue looked at those people with disdain, with no trace of disdain hidden in his eyes.

"Amitabha, Baozheng, there is no point in talking any more. Just hand over the patchwork robe. It doesn't fit you."

Compared with the abbot of Bodhidharma Hall, the abbot of Arhat Hall had a much kinder look, and his words also carried a hint of peace.

"If you want it, then come and rob it. If you kill me, the patchwork clothes will be yours."

As Qin Shiyue spoke, the Qi around his body emanated, and the surrounding plants moved without wind. His eyes also changed from disdainful to sharp.